I am in a remote area of Loas known as Four Thousand Islands (Si Phan Don). It’s one of those places you go when you run out of places to go.
The MeKong Monster
Coffee, Tea or Face Mask?
There’s only one thing worse than traveling in China’s during the spring festival. That’s knowing that one of the passengers is the Corona Virus.
The Year of the Rodent
Being a transplant from Chicago where rats are the size of an Italian Beef sandwich, I grapple with why the Chinese celebrate the year of the Rat 大 鼠.
I ate a bus mate
Other than the sea food and my cutesy “this should be featured on Pinterst” homestay, Can Tho is the Cleveland of Vietnam. Totally blue collar with no hawkers trying to sell you trinkets or drag you on a day tour. I meandered to the local fresh market where I purchased my coveted souvenir: sea salt.